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Chase had always admired Marshall - the bright‑eyed, big‑hearted Dalmatian whose enthusiasm could light up even the darkest rescue. They'd been best friends for as long as he could remember, partners who moved in perfect rhythm on every mission, bound by trust deeper than words.
But lately, something inside Chase had shifted. It wasn't loud or dramatic - more like a quiet warmth blooming in his chest whenever Marshall laughed, or the way his heartbeat stumbled when their shoulders brushed. He didn't fully understand it yet, didn't have the language for it, but the feeling was there... steady, insistent, impossible to ignore.